animal, but after a few seconds I made out the shape of a tent and a chequered flag.
“The finish…” I muttered to myself.
“Cross the line.” He said.
“Sorry?” I replied, puzzled.
“Cross the line and finish the race, you haven’t given up yet have you?”
“No.” I shook my head. I climbed off the camel and walked toward the finish. I turned back
and he smiled at me.
“Meet you there.” He grinned
“Not if I get there first.” I turned around and sprinted to the finish.
